This is a story of magic and adventure. Five teenagers have to save the world, after a mysterious person sets darkness over it and they are the only ones who are not effected by it. Everyone else is in a coma-like sleep. They must learn to control their powers and save the world, as well as wake the other humans.

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This book is set in 12-point Arial.

Printed in Canada

If any Name, Place, Event, or other part of this story resembles anything from real life it is entirely incidental unless stated in any interview, printed piece, or recorded clip.View table of contents...

Chapters:

His
black velvet cloak trailed behind him as he swept down the long
dark hallway. The hallway was made of dark stone - andesite, and
was lit at long irregular intervals by torches, causing erratic
shadows which brought an eerie feel to the place. The hallway
stretched for a long way, with doors placed seemingly randomly
along the sides.

At last
the man, who was clad in leather armour, reached the end of the
hallway, as well as a door. He entered through it and arrived in
an almost empty room.

The
walls and roof were a smooth, shiny glass-like rock - obsidian.
The floor remained andesite and in the center of the room stood a
pedestal. On the pedestal lay a book. It was burned in places,
torn, and was overall tattered, but it was wrapped in chains and
emanated power.

The man
seemed to diminish in power, but he drew a deep breath and walked
forward, but was flung back when he got close to it. He picked
himself up and stalked out of the room, slamming the door shut
behind him. He stalked quickly down the hallway to another door.
He flung that one open and entered the room.

It was
plain andesite with a table against the wall and a chair. In that
chair sat a man who was writing feverishly. He was quite small
with white hair and a small, fragile posture. His small hands
flew over the parchment with a raven feather quill and deep blue
ink.

Just as
the leather clad man reached him, the white-haired man opened a
rift in the air and threw the letter through it. The first man
reached out and managed to rip a piece of the parchment
off.

"-teach
them any advanced ones. They must find them by themselves," he
read, "otherwise they will go their own way. Stay on land. Signed
Azyynell. Teach who what?" The man asked in his deep, growl-like
voice.

"Runes,
Verion. Runes that can counter those in your wretched book."
Azyynell told him boldly.

"And
how do you know these runes? And I repeat; who?" Verion asked
coldly.

"Those
who stand in your way. And I know these runes from my study of
magic. I would think you of all people would know that." Azyynell
matched the coldness Verion had given him.

"You
worthless 'good' magician! I hired you to teach me how to get to
the book! Not spy on me and help my enemies!" Verion said
venomously.

"And I
just have." Azyynell pulled out a knife, "But I wont be here to
see it." and he plunged the knife into his own heart. But Verion
was already gone, taking the chains off the book.